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"Baby Series 1"Written By: Karina Pairing: Wu Fei + Zechs Notes: Challenge 12 . #34 in the Baby Series. Takes place a few minutes after Keeping Discipline. Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Thanks to Dulin for her work as beta.
Chess Pieces //Pieces on a chessboard. That is all we are. Pieces on the black and white squares of a chessboard, waiting to make the next move. Some moves seem so simple and straight forward and others … the very world turns on those decisions.// The palest gold imaginable, laced with silver and white spread over the dark blue of the pillows and spilling down over the sheets. So light in colour. So soft to touch. His hand was so dark against the pale silk. Such a contrasting colour to the pale majesty of the man. Everything about him was refined, elegant. He was the product of hundreds of years of breeding and training designed to produce an advocate for peace. It had produced not a pacifist who would sit and sprout the virtues of peaceful coexistence but a warrior who would fight for that peace to become reality. //I see a great deal in hindsight. Age matures one, changes one’s views and makes you wince at the mistakes made in the fires of youth.// He shook his head slightly. //Ah, Chang, you are a fool. You were a fool then and now. Youth? Younger days, certainly but you are not exactly old now. It is amazing how the passage of time changes outlooks. Then everything was black and white. So clear. So exact. I have grown up a great deal. At least now I can acknowledge that I don’t know everything.// What was he to do about this latest round of the chessboard of life? What did he need to do to resolve the situation? He needed to take some kind of action before he exploded in a fit of temper that would rival those fiery days when he had piloted Nataku and professed to know all. With age came wisdom. That was what he had been told by those supposedly older and wiser than he. Well, he was older now but he felt that he knew less than he had in those past days. Perhaps that simple acknowledgement was indeed wisdom. //It does not help me to know what I must do to resolve this issue.// Skin was hot and clammy to his touch. That skin should be warm with life and smooth over hard muscle. The bandage covering the infected wound he longed to rip from that pale golden skin and somehow transfer the hurt to his own body. "Why did you have to take the bullet meant for me?" Chess pieces. This was the king, the most powerful and the most vulnerable piece on the board. This was the White King that he was charged with defending but it was more than just his duty to defend. He wanted to be here and he wanted to look and touch and in time be trusted enough to be permitted to win the King. "I can be patient. I will win the King."
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